Hey, everyone! This is my first fanfic and it took me a lot of courage to finally upload it in the Internet.
This is going to be a traditional OCxKlaus story. I'm planning to follow loosely the original story line but there will be some changes. Instead of using MC I decided to create a confident, smart and sarcastic OC - someone who would not put up with Klaus.
Event stories from a game will also be included later on the story but changed slightly to fit my OC.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC.
Chapter 1
My gaze travelled up, taking in light grey stone walls, elegant towers and gothic decorations. A castle in front of my eyes looked like something straight out of fairy tail. I was half expecting for a unicorn or fairies to randomly jump out of bushes and throw some magical glitter at me.
"So this is Gedonelune Royal Magic Academy, huh?" I muttered to myself and tightened my grip on handbag handle. Luckily, the Acceptance Letter was kind enough to take care of my luggage so all I had to carry with me was a handbag with a few things to entertain me during a train ride and a peacefully sleeping kitsune familiar.
As for Acceptance Letter, he dropped me off at the entrance of the academy and left me to deal on my own, transforming into a simple map. Knowing that tomorrow I will have to attend classes I decided to spend this day exploring school grounds.
Looking at a map I noticed three main buildings, which were not labelled but seemed to be the most important.
Starting from the closest one, I walked across the courtyard and found myself in front of a huge and heavily decorated building. Deeming it to be the heart of an entire campus I opened massive double door and carefully peaked inside.
"Hello? Is anybody here?" I called out in a clear voice, receiving only an echo of my own words in response. "Oh-kay…" Opening the door wider, I took a step inside and froze.
Interior was absolutely stunning. Unimaginably tall walls were carved and formed with an astonishing precision. Obviously, a magic was used to create this masterpiece but it was still an amazing sight to see.
"This must be an Auditorium" muttering to myself I started to walk around, admiring every little detail that covered walls, pillars, ceiling and even floor, a click of my high heels resonating in a spacious room.
It took me over an hour to notice a plain marble altar and an intricately made golden scales placed on top of it.
The Scales of Judgement…
I heard stories about how provisional students were picked by a powerful magical object and depending on their worth allowed or not to continue their studies after their trial period. Yes, I was well aware of an importance these delicate pharmaceutic scales held and a role it'll play deciding my fate in this school. And I had roughly two weeks to prepare myself for this fateful event.
Mentally thanking myself for bringing here all even remotely useful and magic-related notes from the time I was homeschooled, I made myself comfortable on a cold marble floor. Digging in my bag for a sketcbook and a pencil I couldn't help myself but let out a sigh – it's ridiculous how much my life depended on these two art supplies. Not to mention, I had control over my sudden desires to draw as much as I had control over cloud shifting in the sky. Which is to say none.
It's hard to say how long I sat there, completely engrossed in what I was doing. There's nothing easier than to lose a track of time when you're enjoying yourself and this time was no exception. I was fully concentrated on my nearly finished sketch when a loud voice pulled me out of my own personal world.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?!"
Surprised by a sudden interruption I jumped slightly and messed my sketch.
"Hey! Look at what you did! Don't you know to never approach an artist in a middle of his work in such manner? We have a tendency to travel through a different dimensions at a moments like these and you just successfully scared a living daylights out of me!"
Looking up at an intruder I was met with a pair of cold and harsh violet eyes. The intruder himself appeared to be a man, maybe a year or two older than me. He had a straight nose, strong jawline and sculptured lips – common features among aristocrats. Perfect posture and an air of authority that demanded to be noriced, to be respected… And golden hair… Hmm…
Why does he look so familiar?
A loud clearing of a throat snapped me back to reality.
"Whatever. That doesn't explain who you are or what are you doing here." He tapped his fingers against a biceps of other arm impatiently – only then had I noticed that he had his arms crossed over his chest. An intimidating glare may have scared someone else, but it was completely useless against me. Compared to the ones that were constantly directed towards my person a few years ago, stanger's act of displeasure seemed like a child's play.
"Well, obviously, I'm a student. I mean, who else would be casually sitting in an Auditorium and mentally having the time of their life like they own the place?" Usually I'm polite with people I just met a minute ago but something about this guy rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe it's because of his snobish attitude or lack of manners he displayed towards me – I can't tell. But my sassy mode switch was on and that could mean only one thing.
The stranger decided to ignore my comments and chose to focus on matters at hand. What a smart cookie.
"A student?" He looked me up from head to toes and I saw a lightbulb light up in his mind. "Are you Aellia Di Angelo, by any chance?"
"Depends on who wants to know." I quickly put my sketchbook and a pencil in a bag and stood up. With a four inch heels we were equal. Not bad.
Having me in the same eye level made him step back slightly. Being 5'10 I was considered to be tall for a woman. But I could see that it wasn't my height that surprised a man in front of me but a miscalculation in his judgement. Clearly, a deductive mistakes were rarity in his life.
"I am Klaus Goldstein. This academy's Prefect."
Ah. That explains why he seemed to be so familiar the moment I saw him for the first time.
I doubt there's a single person in tne entire kingdom who never heard of a Goldstein name. A head of the house, Walter Goldstein is a well-known business man who made a fortune by inventing various magical tools. I vaguely remember him having a partnership deal with my Father. Not surprising, when you think about the influence Di Angelo name holds in a business world. I doubt there's a single shop in Gedonelune my Father wouldn't own. You could say we have our own monopoly then it comes to merchandising.
"You already know my name but I might as well introduce myself properly. My name is Aellia Di Angelo. It's neutral to meet you." Finally remembering manners, I held out my hand for him to shake. Reluctantly, he took it.
"Neutral? I thought it was supposed to be pleasure." Klaus raised one eyebrow looking confused and amused at a same time.
"But is it really a pleasure I feel from meeting you though? That's the question." A took a handbag in my hand and something moved inside. Knowing what's happening, I unzipped a bag and a sleepy face of an arctic fox cub made itself known. "Well good morning, sleepyhead. Sorry for keeping you in a handbag this entire time." I took a fluffy little ball of white fur in my hands and watched as Khione, my kitsune familiar, yawned widely and rubbed golden eyes with a paw.
"What is that thing?" asked Klaus, staring at a creature in my arms.
"This is Khione. What, have you never heard of familiars?" Although not exactly intended, sarcasm in my voice was much appreciated.
"What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I know about familiars. In fact, I have one myself." Countered Klaus, looking at me as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Well, I suppose, it kinda was.
"When you shouldn't act so surprised. As for Khione – this is a rare magical creature known as kitsune. Khione is currently using this form because it's so much more convenient when travelling but she's able to change her size and form, in a way." Sensing her position as a center of attention, Khione looked at Klaus curiously and sniffed the air towards him. After a few seconds a fox creature gave a short content bark and resumed her place in a lair that she made in my bag.
"Well, that was unexpected." I looked up at a confused man, who tried to figure out what was that about with a new-found respect. "My fox approves of you. Congratulations."
"Is it that rare?" Violet eyes were still fixated on a place where an animal in question disappeared a moment ago.
"You have no idea."
We stood there for a good minute without saying a word before I remembered something.
"I already told you I'm a student. But I don't know why are you here and how exactly you knew my name before I introduced myself."
As if it was some magical words, Klaus regained his oh-so intimidating demeanor and glared at me coldly. "As a matter of fact, I was ordered to pick you at a train station and bring you here. After waiting for an hour at a station I decided to look for you in a school grounds. Do you have any idea how much time I wasted because of you?"
"That's a bummer. Because whoever ordered you to pick me up forgot to inform me." I glared back just as coldly. Hell, there's no reason to act like an asshole.
"The Acceptance Letter was supposed to tell you that." Shot back Klaus, clearly getting fed up with me. Oh, but it's just a beginning.
"In case you don't know, the Acceptance Letter wasn't exactly the most collaborative piece of paper I've ever met." There was no way in the world I would give up in an argument I know I can win and Klaus was a fool if he thought I would step down now. It was obvious even to a blind man that I was immune to his harsh, cold and rude attitude. Whatever intimidation tactics made others succumb to his power were useless against me.
"Whatever. It's getting late so you should probably go to girls' dorm and settle in. I'll show you the way." As if realising how pointless our quirrel is, Klaus quickly changed topic and without another words marched outside.
"It's not necessary, but thanks anyway." Quickening my pace, I closed a door of Auditorium and hurried after retreating Prefect's back. Falling in a silence, I focused on my surroundings and felt another wave of inspiration hurtling towards me like a tsunami. A setting sun had its' influence too, because the last minute is when I'm most productive while insomnia and nyctophilia raises all my creativity levels.
It didn't took long for us to reach a nice, pension-like building which I mentally labelled as a girls' dorm. As I neared to a front door, I found myself crossing my fingers and praying that my roommate would be someone I could get along to.
Right before reaching our final destination, Klaus abruptly stopped and turned to look at me. His face was unreadable and his harsh violet eyes refused to show any emotion too.
"This is where you will be living during your trial period and later on, if you have enough brain to get accepted here as a full-fledged student, that is." If his face had managed to keep that stoic expression on, Klaus' voice did not had such restrains. A mixture of displeasure and annoyance practically dripped from every single word that came out of his arrogant mouth. I can work with that.
"You're quick in your assumptions. However, putting me down without any given reason may be your fatal mistake." I said as ominiously as possible and grinned evilly. You may be tough, but you have no idea what a crazy pluviophile, better known as Aellia Di Angelo can do. "Good night" I bid him farewell and without another word to a step towards the unknown.
Inside of a dormitory I was immediately met with an old and stern looking woman, who was clearly a Dorm Mother. She didn't mind me taking a little detour around school instead of going straight here and without any uneccessary ceremonies gave me syllabus and a copy of dorm rules along with a room key. I knew right away that we're going to get along just fine.
The real challenge was to brace myself and find a room, where according to Dorm Mother my roommate was already waiting to meet me. Being a natural introvert I tried to avoid all the social interaction I could possibly avoid and for the most part in my life it was a rather successful mission. It wasn't that I was completely unsociable, no. It's just that crowds of people tend to tire me easily. If a person and I happen to have a lot of things in common and share interests then it would be hard to shut me up. I suppose that all I need to feel free to be myself is a company I would be comfortable in.
But we got sidetracked here. The point is, if my roommie happens to be a spoiled or judgemental brat, well, may the gods have mercy on her soul.
Finding Room 209, I stopped in front of a simple pine door. Taking in a deep breath, I knocked three times and waited for a person inside to give me permission to enter. Anxiety was slowly but surely driving me over the edge and I was about to screw everything and run then a cheerful voice from the other side of a door called out "Just a minute" and flew open, revealing a smiling face of a friendly looking girl with warm amber eyes and thick orange hair.
"Come in" She ushered me inside before I would say something and closed the door behind us. "Your name is Aellia, right? I'm Amellia Nile. It's nice to meet you!"
Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding, I offered my new roommie, Amelia, the most genuine smile that graced my face in the last twenty-four hours. "It's a pleasure to meet you too. And, yes, my name is Aellia Di Angelo."
Spotting a freshly made bed, I dropped my stuff on a bedside and sat on a white sheets. Usually all my nights are marked by insomnia, but the last two days were chaotic. All the stress I had put aside in order to reach academy in one piece started to take a toll on my body. After noticing all my luggage placed near a bed I claimed as mine, I pulled out my pyjama and cosmetic bag.
"I'm glad to have you as a roommate, Amelia. I was very worried about what kind of person you're going to be but I have a feeling we're going to become good friends in no time." Turning to look at Amelia I gave her a warm smile that soon faded away due to exaustion. "But could we talk and get to know each other better tomorrow? The last few days were crazy and I feel like I can collapse at any moment now."
"Sure, no problem. I remember how overwhelming I felt on my first day in academy. I was worried about my new roommate too, but I can see that you are friendly and warm person. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." Amelia smiled widely at me. Taking it as a permission to be dismissed I made a beeline to a bathroom. After a quick shower and changing into pjs I returned to a bedroom and fell on my bed face first.
A first day in Gedonelune Royal Magic Academy had finally ended.
Author's Note: I realise there might be so confusion over a name I picked for my OC. 'Aellia" is pronounced the same way as "Ellia" (you know, the one from Game of Thrones) and 'Di Angelo' has nothing to do with Percy Jackson fandom. I simply liked the way it sounded. Has a ring to it, no?
Nyctophilia - obsession with night.
Pluviophil - lover of rain.
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